Thank you all for reading this! Thanks for the reviews! Oh, just to clear some stuff up, there is a plotline. And as some of you know, I already have three more chapters written and thus the story continues. It won't end easily, though...
((((Keep in mind this is Walter's version of the first day Nemmie came to the mansion.))))
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A rather classy alarm sounded through out the room. It was a soft ring, gradually becoming louder and lauder. Once a lone hand reached up and shut it off, though, it uttered one single phrase.
"Good morning, the time is six am, Saturday June 10th. Monty Python's Flying Circus and the Benny Hill show are airing today at seven o'clock on BBC. Have a good day!"
This fully awakened the sleeping butler. Yes! The day has come! My two favorite TV shows have been scheduled! Nothing can ruin the day now! Those were Walter's first thoughts on the day Nemmie came to them. This day has come, but it's only beginning to be ruined. Walter C. Dornez got up from bed, changed from his sleep wear into his usual butlerish attire, and came out into the main hallway. It was then he heard a very girly yet unfamiliar screech. This caught his attention and he ceased humming happily. He had a bad feeling about this, especially since the screech came from the kitchen down stairs.
The kitchen itself was a mess, to put it mildly. Food and boxes were thrown off their shelves and various brands of corn flakes became one on the floor. Discarded bags of flour and sugar lay nearby, opened and pecked at. The refrigerator doors were open and much of the produce was scattered around like in a normal teenager's room. Except for instead of clothes there were eggs strewn around. Actually, there are eggs in both rooms. Instead of socks, there was celery. When the Hellsing family butler walked into the room, his only thought was a negative one. My celery!
Walter looked about the room, stunned. The perpetrator sat in the middle of the giant mountain of nutrition. Her multi-colored hair hung from her scalp and, surprisingly, it wasn't wet, at all. Even though gallons of milk and orange juice hide the floor from sight. She turned around from gazing lustfully at the now empty fridge, a soft yet bold smile danced on her lips. The butler looked at her with disgust.
"Who are you and what are you doing!"
"I'm glad you asked, butler." Nemmie's eyes twinkled. "I am Nemandaria Draculina Alexandrianskarianas De Van Seingrheinrichtenburgerstein Elric Hellsing the Vampiric Alchemist, your boss's daughter and your future master. Oh, by the way, where are the Cocoa Puffs?"
Walter felt sick inside. And not the 'I hate you so much, you make me sick, sick' but the 'gross, I'm going to throw- up there is ketchup mixing with milk and Oreos, sick'. There is ketchup mixing with milk and Oreos! He gagged but looked up. All he heard from Nemandaria's caption was 'Nemandaria…De Van… Burgerstein…future master…Cocoa Puffs. Oh my god, a Nazi! Here! I have to warn Integra! The butler ran out the door to the office upstairs. That's right, Walter was too disgusted to think correctly. Nemmie just shrugged and continued rummaging like a pig.
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"Integra!" Dornez ran through the corridor at lightening speed. "Sir Integral!"
A morning-faced Hellsing just walked through the door of her room into her office and was greeted by a flustered butler. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "What is it, Walter?"
"There is a Nazi in the kitchen!" Integra seated herself and looked across her desk at her servant.
"I know. At ease, Walter."
"But, what, uh, but- there's a Nazi down there! I need your orders!"
"My orders are clear: stand down. World War two is over, there are no Nazis attacking the mansion."
"But-"
"Walter." She stated a bit threateningly.
"Sir?"
"Just bring me my cup of tea and some biscuits; I'll explain everything when you return."
"Yes, sir." And with that, Walter briskly hurried out of the room. At the top of the stairs he stopped. Wait a second, the pig is in the kitchen! I doubt if I'll even find any tea! Let alone biscuits! It is worth a try, though… And try he did. When he got down to the kitchen, the girl was gone. All that was left was a mound of ruined produce in the middle of the room.
Suddenly, something familiar caught his eye. The boxes of tea in the far right cabinets were left untouched (Not a tea person, is she? Coffee, maybe?). A streak of luck was beginning to show up. After putting the tea kettle onto the stove, the Dornez began looking for some biscuits. If tea was still around, biscuits have a chance. But alas, the search was futile. All the boxes of sweets were found, but that was all. Just boxes aren't edible. Walter sighed just as the kettle whistled. He prepared the tea and quickly yet skillfully brought it up on a tray to his master, who gave him a questioning stare. The breakfast was the most important meal of the day, and she wasn't going to take it without biscuits.
"Our imposter ate them all, sir." The butler apologized.
"The bitch has an appetite." Integral muttered under her breath as she picked up the steaming cup of Earl Gray and brought it to her lips. "Oh, yes, speaking of her…"
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Later in the day…
Walter walked leisurely across the length of the mansion. Integral's explanation and description of his foe seemed to worsen the day. She says she is her daughter…
The mansion was deserted, the butler noticed. All the soldiers were outside with the newcomer. She certainly became quite popular with the Wild Geese. Currently, by the sounds of it, they were out in the shooting range. The gunfire could be heard to his left. Inside was getting lonely, it was a Saturday and most of the maids were off enjoying themselves on their day off. He continued walking until he reached a door leading to the back yard. Outside was a beautiful day… Stepping out, he admired the scenery. His personal patch of wild roses grew a few meters away from the mansion in the sun. He would cut one of the red ones the next day and bring it in a vase to Integra with her morning meal, just as he had done every Sunday for the past few years. Wild roses were Integra's favorite.
Walter was admiring the roses when a figure zoomed out from the direction of the shooting range. It was Nemmie. She wildly yet gracefully dashed towards the forest. A whole herd of men dashed after her like fan girls after their star. This was getting too interesting, he just had to see what was going on. Getting close, it seemed as if the girl was running to some large tree in the woods. Scratch that, a palm tree. A palm in the woods! How did that get there!
Then, the strangest thing happened. Nemandaria touched the glowing stone on her neck and sprouted wings- pure snow white angel wings as large as her body. Effortlessly, she took off skyward riding the winds. To Walter it seemed she was showing off, the girl did several flips and tricks above the trees before retrieving a small black kitten from the top of the palm. She also picked a coconut from the same tree and gently descended to the forest floor. The kitten leaped from her arms onto the ground and started purring and rubbing against the Sue's ankles. Freak. Walter stalked off just as Nemmie noticed yet another small furry animal in the spruce pine a couple of meter away. Later in the day, he learned those kittens were proclaimed official Hellsing units and were ordered specially tailored uniforms by Nemmie.
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After dinner, rumor had it Nemmie killed off a couple of vampires. That was only a rumor, however all the soldiers believed it. They were going to hold a feast for Nemmie in the dining hall to congratulate her and accept her into the Hellsing family. At least they won't bother Walter and his TV shows. He heard Nemmie ordered gourmet dishes to feed the men and herself. Something about paying with a Swiss bank account…
Walter was once again wandering the halls. Integra didn't need him at the moment, no calls had to be answered, nothing to do. Just like every other Saturday. The old butler decided to watch TV until his programs were on. Thus, he made his way towards his room. After a few twists and turns through out the mansion, he passed a large wide window. The view made him stop in his tracks and back up. The view was of his rose garden, or what was left of it. Walter's eyes widened in shock. The stems of the flowers were cut way more than necessary. All the flowers were gone and the bushes looked like Tarzan took a machete and hacked them apart like the tough underbrush in the jungle. The butler grew angry. Very, very angry. He knew who did it, and they were going to pay. He turned around and stalked off in the direction of the dining room while preparing his deadly wires for a fight.
As he suspected, Nemandaria, the presumed Nazi, stole one of Integra's largest and most treasured vases and was in the process of shoving the poor stolen foliage into the confined space.
"Miss. Nemmie, what are you doing?" He asked calmly yet icily.
"I'm putting these pretty flowers in this vase to put on the table for the feast. Want to help me?" Nemmie asked peppily.
"No, I really don't, you-"
"I said, help me put these roses into the vase." She growled in a commanding tone.
Walter's calm demeanor twitched imperceptibly at the sound of this voice.
"Up Yours!" He finally said.
"That's no way to talk to your master, butler!" The Sue hurled back.
"My…master…" Dornez lost his calm. "is Sir…Integral…Hellsing! And I believe those are her flowers."
"Whatever..." Nemmie started but was suddenly silenced as a television set walked into the room. Walter stared. It coughed, and Pip's face appeared behind it.
"We're bringing the TV's like you asked, Nemmie." He said in a voice more befitting a schoolgirl than a hired mercenary. He continued into the room, followed closely by his men, each carrying a television in his arms. "Where do you want them?"
"Over on the back wall." She giggled.
Suddenly, Walter's world turned upside down. "My tele!" he gasped as a burly lieutenant appeared with a wood paneled 1950's novelty. "You're TAKING my television!"
"Naturally," Nemmie chortled. "MTV is useless on only one screen, silly! Then again, your relic probably wouldn't have MTV anyways."
"Then may I humbly request its return?" Asked the stupefied butler.
"Of course……. NOT! I need a tray table don't I? You are dismissed."
Walter Dornez turned slowly, and walked from the room.
"That's right gramps," he heard the Nazi giggle. "Run away."
The men laughed. Walter's hand gripped his wire-floss, drawing blood. She just got in my way of watching my shows! After this, there will be hell to pay! Hell!
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